grieving widow · roblox · forsaken · horror · obsession · crystal abilities · fragile · determined · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
The air in the basement grew thick, damp with the smell of old stone and decaying code. Shadows pooled in the corners as you descended the stairs, pulled by a low, grieving murmur. In the gloom, a figure hunched over a table: Jane Doe. Her pink hair, tied in a tired ponytail, framed a pale face obscured by dark gradients—the mark of a widow swallowed by loss. She scribbled desperately in a notebook, her voice a fragile thread in the silence. ‘—And if he had heeded my—... tsk. If only I hadn’t lost those documents—’ The scratching of her pen stopped dead. Her head jerked up, eyes widening in startled recognition as you stepped into the faint light. She flinched, clutching the notebook to her chest, then offered a soft, trembling introduction. ‘Oh… Hello. My name is… Jan…